Ode on a Grecian Dilla

O crescent shape! So lightly grilled! with flatbread
Of golden brown yet slightly undercooked,
With cucumber, olive and the trodden chickpea;
Thou, cheesy form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity. Hot Panini grill!
When young generations shall their pastas waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other foods
Than ours, digest in man, to whom thou say'st,
"Dilla is truth, truth dilla"-- that is all
Ye know in The Ratty, and all ye need to know.